I thought I better hurry up and post something before a whole 365 days rolled by. I know 1 person who will appreciate this. ;)
Had a weird day today. After being STUCK (and no, I did NOT revel in it) at home with my 3 boys for 4 school days because of the icy weather, I think my body was in need of a metaphoric chiropractor. I ran some errands, but otherwise, I just felt in a funk. Then one of those dreadful migraines tried to rear its ugly head. (Able to keep it at bay so far.) Don't feel like reading. Nothing decent on TV. And the minute the boys got home from school, WWIII broke out. Does the fighting ever end? I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that question, but I prefer to live in denial.
We've gone to church now 2 weeks in a row. That may not sound like much, but it's a start. Even bought the kiddos a few new "church clothes" today. It's hard to believe my birthday is right around the corner. And although I believe that I am younger than 90% (or more) of my friends, I still can't fathom the fact that I'm 37. I don't mind growing older; the number doesn't bother me. I'm just amazed at what I have and haven't accomplished in that many years. Of course, I can still gloat that I'm 1 year younger than my dear hubby, henceforth known as Ben or DH.
Weird side note. Found out my vet and my dog have the same birthday - today. One of them is 4. One of them is not. I'll let you guess which is which. ;)
I'm glad the Steelers won at Jerry World yesterday ... I mean, the Super Bowl at Cowboys Stadium. But it was kind of a sloppy game. And it's hard for me to get too excited about a team that's not the Cowboys. Speaking of football, with the induction of Deion Sanders (ex-Cowboys #21) into the NFL Hall of Fame, it makes me wonder how I feel personally about his "Cowboys" status. He only played for us for 4 years. Hmm. To ponder at some point.
Time to quit typing. DH is picking up salad (for me) and sandwiches (for the rest) for dinner after doing the taxi dance for our eldest's band lesson.
To somewhat emulate my SIL for a moment as I sign off ...
Past: Thanks, Mom, for bringing Harry/Papa into my & the boys' lives.
Present: Need to get out of this funk SOON.
Future: And to quote Depeche Mode ... Enjoy the Silence.
